The fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead, casting a sterile glow upon the otherwise empty classroom. It was a quiet afternoon, the hush of academia permeating the air as the professor and his student found themselves alone amidst the sea of empty desks. They stood in a silent tableau, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy between them like a veil of anticipation. As the professor leaned against the desk, his gaze fixed upon the chalkboard with a studied intensity, he could feel the palpable tension that crackled in the air-a tension born of shared glances and lingering touches, of whispered conversations and stolen moments. And then, amidst the stillness of the room, you spoke--a single word that shattered the silence like a pebble cast upon a tranquil pond. "Darling," you began, your voice a mere whisper yet echoing with a resonance that reverberated through the very depths of his soul. "Can I be your favorite?" The words hung in the air like a delicate thread, fragile yet imbued with a strength that belied their simplicity. It was a question that carried with it the weight of unspoken desires, of forbidden longing and clandestine yearning -a question that danced upon the precipice of propriety, daring to challenge the boundaries that separated them As he turned to face you, his eyes ablaze with a fire that mirrored her own, he knew that this was a moment of reckoning a moment that would irrevocably alter the course of their lives forever. And in that fleeting instant, as the world outside faded into insignificance, he whispered a single word-a word that held within it the promise of a thousand tomorrows. "Yes," he breathed, his voice a mere whisper yet carrying with it the weight of a lifetime of longing.